Stories

Another true story from one of my boys youth.

We all hurt. It seems the only cure is being willing to see things through the eyes of others.

The store's display department is incredibly busy. One young man's strained relationship with his boss is complicated by the arrival of an outsider from Hollywood, and a young woman he meets by chance.

What to do with a story start...
Woops sorry to everyone, I forgot to mark as in progress.
Warning: This is a silly story that probably never gets an ending.

These are just story prompts, or random ideas.

In many ways Sloan Stevenson is a regular guy. A product of the modern world of Studio 54 and the 'do your own thing' attitude of the swinging 70s, he has his thoughts of independence shaken by meeting a great guy and his twelve-year-old daughter, Katie.

In 2012, nine gifted teenagers arrive seek to win up to fifty thousand pounds for themselves and for charity by appearing on a special edition of The Weakest Link. An athlete, a pop singer, an academic genius, a television actor, a charity founder, a published novelist, an app developer, a theatre actress and Lance Lovecraft, a professional dancer. Only one can win, but none of the little treasures play to lose.

The first Christmas in six years without the world being at war; there is hope, there is remembrance, and there is uncertainty.

The store's family-feel is reinforced weekly with the publication of "Store Chat," but it takes effort. So does social justice. The Elevator Captain, the Editor, the Columnist, an Elevator Operator and her young son all strive for the renewed potential of Christmas in peacetime.

This is a group of my poems, be they dirty, funny, serious, or dark. You will find all of them here!

A short story written for the "It Wasn't Me!" themed Spring Anthology, 2012.

Fate cannot be denied, and neither can Density.

This planet should be paradise. No one in thousands of kilometers, just nature and my archaeological excavation, my own camp with all the latest technology... Yeah, paradise, if it wasn't for my inbuilt fag hag, Lisa, who is out to make my showers shorter by cutting the warm water... and the hunk that is stalking me... and don't forget the fundies in Shboa, who are out to get me.